In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
Flowers are definitely my muse. But as much as I love their exquisite beauty, I am finding more and more that I am drawn to those small imperfections. The falling petals, the brown spots, the chew marks where some insect has had a feast. The windblown or rain beaten blooms shimmer for me. But still they are exquisitely beautiful.
And so it is with us humans, when we are windblown, rain beaten or chewed on by life, the exquisite beauty is there to shine forth. If only we will stop and see.
It is said that beauty is fleeting.
But I beg to differ.
I say that beauty never leaves,
it just takes the eyes of love to see it.
Sometimes in order to see the gifts all around me,
I need new eyes.
A different perspective-
Coming at life backwards-
Seeing from a different angle.
As I look out my window on a cold and snowy day, these words come to mind-
“Isaiah ’twas foretold it,
the Rose I have in mind.
Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright,
She bore to us a Savior.
When half spent was the night.
This flower,whose fragrance tender
with sweetness fills the air.
Dispels with glorious splendor
the darkness everywhere.
True man, yet very God
from sin and death He saves us
and lightness every load.
It came, a floweret bright,
amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.”
from “Lo How a Rose E’er Blooming”
The other day, the Lord gave me a picture of rose petals
Beautiful, fragrant rose petals
Each petal was gently floating down the stream
The petals were each inscribed with a name, the name of a loved one
Frank, Michelle, Franky, Kamala, Keith….
Many precious names, many precious loved ones
Fragrant and beautiful, blessing my life